Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Khruangbin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.